</a> The seasonal Blood Moon on this cool, crisp night is more likely to inspire personal and spiritual endeavors than discussions about the usual farming issues.


    "It''s almost twilight. When is Terif going to join us?” said Nickod.


    He was the circle leader for tonight’s gathering, leading his brother Terif, a youngling, through his first past-life regression. A common rite-of-passage ceremony for families getting ready to introduce their children to the clan’s society and governance.


    </a>The rest of the onlookers walked in, followed by their personal cats. While the family lay down on their mats, each of their cats sat beside them.


    Here, cats choose humans for life.


    Aman, the father of the family, was next to his wife, Iscca, on his right.


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    Their other children, Stem, Wave, and Genia, rounded out the circle, wearing white robes. Terif was sitting cross-legged in the middle. He was not wearing a white robe to match his black cat.


    Nickod began the process of releasing the family''s spirits, who would guide Terif''s past life regression.


    “Sat Nam”


    “Sat Nam”


    He chanted it slowly, over and over, to relax everyone on their mats. The chanting created a steady stream of sound entering the family''s bodies. They knew this was their prompt, to progressively relax from their heads to their toes and reach full relaxation.


    “Ek Ong Kar Sat Gur Prasad”


    “Sat Gur Prasad Ek Ong Kar”


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    Until a vortex of energy and brightly colored lights swirled around Terif as he entered a trance in his meditative state.


    Nickod spoke to the spirit-lights, ““We are here to travel in time and place to witness Terif''s spirit journey. Events which uniquely contributed to and grew our culture and society, as well as adding to Terif''s aura.”


    He spoke softly to Terif, “Where have the spirits taken you, Terif, in this past-life regression?”


    “I am swimming in an ocean with many fish, and I feel one with them,” he whispered.


    Nickod’s intuition suggested that it was not quite the correct time or place. “We''ll try again, Terif,” he said, shifting on his mat. The vortex swirled faster, and the lights grew brighter. “


    "Where are you now, " Terif?


    “The location is correct, but not the right epoch,” said Nickod.


    “Try again.”


    Terif felt warmth from the lights and energy from the spirits and said, “I am in a region of cold, ice, and snow.”


    Nickod’s intuition peaked, and he asked, “What do they call it there?”


    Terif paused and replied, “I don''t know how to say it.”


    “Then spell it for us, Terif.”


    “A l a s k a”


    “Aye, aye, aye, aye, yes! Where do we go? Who are you called there?” said Nickod.


    “I am Cynthia Austen,” replied Terif. “It is Earth, USA, in the year 1999 of the 20th century.”


    "We have found it,” Nickod announced to the family and onlookers as they all clapped together.


    </a>“Speak, Terif. Tell us of your wonderful sights, sounds, feelings, and actions as together we watch your journey unfold with our third eye!”